The next morning, Hidan woke up in the same hotel in front of a burning fireplace. His eyes fluttered for a moment before voices in the background slowly began clear. His vision focused on the flames and he rolled to his back, blinking up at the ceiling. Still he was alone, and he hated it. He moved to his feet and noticed someone had come through the night and given him a blanket for additional warmth. He smiled softly at it, then frowned when he glanced around the lobby, seeing only the assistant at the sign-in desk on the phone, tapping the keys at the computer, booking an appointment for some smart person. He let out a low sigh and grabbed his scythe, making his way outside. He could have waited for the phone call to finish so he'd say his thanks - but then that wouldn't be Hidan.
He walked out of the Inn and quickly pulled up an arm to shield him from the wind that hit his face. He squinted his eyes to look over in the distance to work out a suitable direction to walk and decided it would be best to walk with his back against the wind. It didn't take him long before he started to complain to himself at how the wind stung his back and annoyingly pushed him to walk faster. It almost felt like Kakuzu was physically pushing him, making him continue walking, though glancing behind him, Hidan only proved to himself how alone he was. He let out a number of soft curses and continued.
A few long, painful hours later, the harsh wind and softened into a cruel, cold breeze. It wasn't as strong, but now it was freezing, though - thankfully, Hidan had suffered snowstorms before with his partner, so that was infinitely worse... But this still made Hidan uncomfortable. Still he complained to himself, feeling no need to stop. He had a problem, and his resolve was to complain - that or sacrifice, and nobody was their to hear him complain, so, complain it was. He closed his eyes and sighed to himself, pausing in the middle of the track he walked along and shifted his eyes around to get a bearing on his surroundings, trying to work out some kind of game plan. Surely Kakuzu would be searching for him as well.. Or Zetsu, or Pein. Hopefully.. Another sigh left his mouth. His eyes lowered to the ground and he kicked at the dirt with another curse. He blinked up when he heard a voice. It was nobody he knew, by a long-shot, but it was someone worth sacrificing for sure. He gripped his scythe and tried to be sneaky, hiding behind buildings and jumping into the bushes to get close to the female voice, talking to herself. There wasn't any other voices answering her, so perhaps she was on a phone, or just as crazy as Hidan.
Once he saw an opening, the Jashinist leapt from the bush he was hiding in to take his kill, making a successful sacrifice for Jashin. From her clothing it seemed she was just a plain citizen. Thats not what Hidan hoped for, but still, better than nothing - right? He spent a little extra time praying for Jashin's forgiveness just in case, also taking advantage of Kakuzu's absence.. Yet he still felt a stinging in his chest. He would deny it. He tried to push it down and had convinced himself it was hunger pains. He pushed on for the rest of that day, only to crash in the woods that night, being in the middle of nowhere when the sun hit the horizon. He had gone two days without his partner now. Only three sacrifices to his god, and eaten nothing. He had to admit, he'd never felt closer to death before. It seemed to linger in his mind, creeping slowly to take over and claim him. The thoughts only seemed to make him crazier though. Hidan was a prideful male, too stubborn to admit his own fears. He wouldn't admit to any, because he really didn't have any.. Though the one thing he did fear, was death. Now he was on his own, in a place he didn't know, with nothing to eat. Death was gradually becoming the only thing he would think about, aside from Kakuzu.
That night, Hidan suffered multiple nightmares. All his thoughts about death had consumed him before he had fallen asleep, and they raided his slumber, projecting horrifying images of Hidan's rotting corpse. Though thanks to his sacrifices, he had kept his immortality, so unluckily for him, he had lived through his graphic dreams to watch his death occur numerous times. He woke up screaming through the night, thankful he was in the woods so he wouldn't have anyone yelling at him to be quiet, or stress over him, making sure he was okay. When he woke up to the sun's bright yellow lighting up the sky he had given up on sleep and moved to his feet slowly, pushing himself to his limit to move to the nearest village. Hopefully there'd be some food for him to take. With the bags under his eyes, messy hair and dirty clothes he could maybe get people feeling sorry for him and get scraps. Though that was highly unlikely..